PUFF! Lyrics ISSBROKIE
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba (Oh, yeah) in my blunt (Yeah-yeah)
Light it, puff (BROKIE, your music *** sucks)
Light it, puff
I’ma stunt until I die, y’all rappers stay behind
Thick pockets, thicker thighs
ISSBROKIE blow they mind, I do it all the time
It ain’t no surprise, wallet got a different size
These rapper cats just fantasi-
I get the motherfuckin’ pack, then I flip it, ho
I been in a different mode, that mask on me like Ipkiss, ho
I don’t know what time it is, that doesn’t make a difference, though
If you disrespect my pimpin’, drop a song and fix ya, ho
I was bumpin’ Tommy Wright, Andre Nickatina, too
Mac Dre bumpin’ in the whip, Kr_ayshawn up on the speakers, foo’
I ain’t n_ver bump E-40
Homies thought I wasn’t cool ’til I went and got that .40
They still talk ’bout me in schools, yeah
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)
Light it, puff (Puff)
Light it, puff
Get that check from music every month
They like, “BROKIE, what’s yo’ cut?”
I tell ’em I might buy a bus
They don’t believe me, but I don’t got *** to prove
Shouldn’t care if that *** true ’cause I ain’t sharin’ *** wit’ you
On the set, that’s on KARMAMOB, lil’ ***, we never lose
So much smoke inside the booth, lil’ ***, it look like World War II, ayy, yeah
I don’t give a *** who you, come step to me and lose
Scratch the numbers off the tool, and now I’m ’boutta act a fool (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), yeah
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)
Light it, puff (Puff)
Light it, puff (ISSBROKIE)
Funk into the trunk
Throw a funk into the trunk
Throw a funk into the truck
Throw a funk into the truck